If I was going to pretend to be the supermom next door, it would've been counterfeit and a lie. I figured I had to write something out of a new place.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had had enough pretend. I wanted to be in the real world.
There are two rules I've always tried to live by: turn left, if you're supposed to turn right; go through any door that you're not supposed to enter. It's the only way to fight your way through to any kind of authentic feeling in a world beset by fakery.
The worst kind of lying I've ever done is keeping things from people.
Some counterfeits reproduce so very well the truth that it would be a flaw of judgment not to be deceived by them.
I've been & am absurdly over-estimated. There are no supermen & I'm quite ordinary, & will say so whatever the artistic results. In that point I'm one of the few people who tell the truth about myself.
I would be lying if I said it wasn't cool to see myself on the cover of 'Vanity Fair,' right? It's, like, what am I doing there? This is bizarre.
I know how to fake someone out, if they break into my house, into thinking there are other people there.
I've never pretended to be a supermodel.
I think it would be shocking for me to pretend not to have any past. And also, it would be a lie.
I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.